"This is Mark. We just danced together, and now he's going to kiss me. " She held the phone further out, and he stepped in close. The angle was...off a little, and the camera kept moving them in and out of view- clearly she was not paying too much attention to the phone- but i could see plenty. I could feel the heat rise from my chest up to my face, and my heart skipped a beat, and started racing as she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a deep kiss. His hands went. “Remember the list of chores I wanted you to learn?” she asked. “You wanted me to write out a list. I think this is a good time to do it.”“Aww...” Well, he thought it was a much better time to cuddle.“The goal you articulated was for me to lie in your arms at night. I should work, for the night is coming.” She got out of his arms and then out of the bed. She put on her panties and jeans along with her slippers before sitting down at the table with pencil and paper.“Pack your dirty clothes?” He. She grabbed my hand, and led my fingers around as she gave directions. She walked me through all the major points and used my fingers to show me the best way to get responses. She gave me warnings about areas that might be too sensitive and how to best deal with those.Using my fingers, she started rubbing them over the top of her slit lightly, slowly speeding up. Her breath was starting to come in short pants. Never the slow study, I pulled my hand away. Her eyes flew open and she let out a. "Come on in." Inside, it's gloomy-dark, broken only by the glow of the TV. "Let's Make a Deal" is on. (How appropriate!) People shriek and jump up and down on the screen, just to my left. Sam is straight ahead in his recliner, his feet up. His friend Franklin is there on the sofa, as always. He acknowledges me; Sam is focused on the TV. Again, I question myself again, but I need this. It's been seven months and I'm out of my mind for Sam. I pull the door closed and move to him. Run my hands.